Drowning Lessons (Frerard AU)

Ten - Joyriding

"Hey bitch!" Somebody yelled as I was rudely awoken by a wet sponge being thrown at me, not surprising me in the slightest Mikey was stood in the doorway to the bathroom glaring at me as I sat up. He pointed to the doorway rolling his eyes before continuing to brush his teeth walking into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. Stood in the doorway to the actual room was none other than Phil, looking slightly awkward, his hands in his pockets smiling weakly. Anyone who ever witnessed my relationship with Mikey looked awkward, because it was very awkward to watch as Mikey was behaving like an all round twat to me as usual. Gerard seemed to be the only one who had any effect on Mikey at all, so whenever he was a dick to me, Gerard would tap him on the face and tell him to be civil or fuck off, usually that resulted in Mikey getting up and storming off. That was fine by me.

"Sorry about that." I chuckled rolling my eyes and slipping out of my bed, checking the time, I wasn't asleep too late, it was only 10:01. I looked at Phil for a second as he just stared at me, before I started laughing going to my wardrobe and grabbing some clothes.

"Frank, do you want to come to the movies with us?" Phil asked smiling and offering kindly, "Mikey's not coming." He laughed smiling wider clearly hoping that would make me more willing to come."

"Sure." I smiled nodding as he smiled again pointing awkwardly at his room and leaving so I could get ready and come to join them. I hadn't been to the movies in ages, it felt like forever, but I really had missed going to the movies with my friends, I was looking forward to going to the cinema, with my new friends. I was also really looking forward to popcorn, because I hadn't had it in ages and that was my shit!

Once dressed, with my teeth brushed and having peed – because I was always desperate for a pee when I woke up – I slipped on my shoes, grabbing my cigarettes, lighter and phone like usual shoving them into the pocket of my leather jacket. I looked a mess actually, a tatty grey misfits shirt, which was honestly like twice my age, black converse which were literally falling apart and Blue jeans which had more holes in than a fucking sieve. I wasn't too bothered about how I looked however, I liked how I looked and I felt comfortable, not to mention I wasn't dressed to impress, I was just dressed so I wasn't fucking naked. Although I mean if for some reason Gerard was impressed by me that would be perfectly fine, because well, I liked him and if he was impressed by me that was very cool.

But my mind shouldn't have been focused on Gerard, not really it should have been concentrating on a good day I was going to have with Dan and Phil, and all the assignments I had due in. I had already decided – from only a few weeks at school – that preparing for GCSE's was fucking hell. There was far too much to cover, so little time, so much stress and so much coursework, not to mention I was behind a fucking year! But that was a lot harder to do when I was thinking a little more than I should have been about Gerard. I had never been big on friends and friendships and relationships, but something in Gerard made it weirdly important that I kept a strong friendship with him. It was very bad timing if you asked me, right at the point in my education where I needed to be the most focused and concentrated, I wasn't. I was concentrating on a boy. What the fuck was that about?

God if you asked me age sixteen was the worst possible fuck age to have important fucking exams, like sixteen is such a horrible fucking age. I mean it was a great age, but it was also a horrible age. Everyone was raging full or hormones, I mean girls on their periods and shit, boys just filled with testosterone and a crazy sex drive, how could anyone concentrate? Sixteen was the biggest age of self exploration, when kids are hormonal, horny and just longing to experience relationships and love like adults. It was the horrible age between childhood and adulthood. Sixteen was sex. That's what it was; it was boys and girls fucking each other. It was boys and girls beginning to learn to love their bodies, to know how to feel and pleasure their bodies, and to explore the options and what they liked. Whether that was being straight, gay, neither, both, or whether actually they were the wrong gender altogether, whether they had a gender at all or whether they were whatever they felt when they woke up in the morning.